Hums of conversation Lip goes One leg crossed Driven back into this corner
Is it the same when I leave As when I come On a higher or lower frequency It means nothing to me [ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsfreak.com/a/anja+garbarek/still+guarding+space_20519294.html ] Watch me turn the volume down It's always cold before the last day Still guarding space Snow piled up by the road to my house
The one time I tried It was a fine view Through and across Then there was restlessness And in that movement I dressed in the light from outside